Lyrics

Posturing; its all in the hips. gone For good again in Rome and dallas Stunken drunts Chumbling statter En'thin' a'tall Proven aloof Burpin' in the Corner while we dance This thick eyed High disguise is No use- its you And everyone Of those teeth Of yours-important And amazing Hey Hey flypaper eyes This thick high can't stick I can't say why I can't say why Hey Hey flypaper eyes I can't play Couldntcarelessanymore Lets sit and stare at each other Lets sit and stare at each other Lets sit and stare at each other Lets sit and stare at each other Lets sit and stare at each other Till these paper eyes tear